Cabin Pressure

Not sure on the name.


My head splits
Growing legs and walking towards the sun
I think
My words are broken
Quicksand falls too slow like snow
Piled upon the ground like mounds of the dead dying in the sunshine, flesh burnt from this scientific allergy

My head splits
Growing legs and walking towards the sun
Dali elephants that dance in the morning light
Flitting from the flowers where I can drown in the dew

I hit the atmosphere and burst into flames
My body breaking off into space
My head says no, shaking side to side like spastic seizures, like all I can say is this word I don’t mean, like all I can say

The change is inadequate the transformation impossible, divinely spawned, divinely spurned
Rejection lancing into my veins like ecstasy that kills me on my first attempt
The numbered dead death
The burning facts fax and figures
My figure I figure

My hands words are broken
Yet they tumble waterfalls from my tips
Disconcerting this disarray this attempt at meaning above meaning below being nothing but the blind rage (rage!) that I cannot control because there’s not anger here
Just silence and violence
Just madness not madness but madness

All attempted rejected the printer spits the paper
Paper cuts.
The keys are banged (fucked) with meaning
The words are nonsensical sense
Random circum(happen)stance that we all cannot (can, can) read
Words mistaken, meaning clear
Clear as the smog horizon, words mistaken
Meaning clear
The meaning means, because there is no meaning
There are just words mistaken
Meaning clear

Nonsensical sense (sex)
Twisted like the barley fields, the tornado winds
Whipping, whipped
All that’s been, blindly stepping
Sense beyond the sixth
Sight beyond the colors, bees can see me

There are no bees

I am invisible
The invisible
indivisible

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